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Weekend at a castle

One of my personal slaves, N., was kind enough to treat me to an amazing weekend at the lovely chateau Heralec. The place is very atmospheric and, of course, luxurious. Food was delicious, service immaculate, room was beautifully decorated and so comfortable and I loved the spa too. What a brilliant present this was! I hope there will be many similar treats this year and in fact, I did get a Chateau Mcely gift voucher while I was in Heralec, this one from slave C. so yes, there will be more. ūüôā

Christmas

Many thanks for all the Christmas and New Year gifts including the gift cards and cash credit. I love it all – the lingerie, jacket, shirt and everything else!

 

 

Almost Christmas

Christmas is almost here! I enjoyed some shopping in Dubai with one of my personal slaves in November and yesterday this brand new iPhone 7 plus was delivered – courtesy of another slave of mine. Nothing¬†to complain about! Anyway, keep the gifts coming, boys. You know how greedy I am, right?¬†ūüėČ

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K.’s journal part 5

My absence, return & visit to Prague

It is a long time since I wrote my last journal. Before I write about my trip to Prague to visit Mistress Arella, I need to take you back to October/November 2015. Up until then I had been a fairly well behaved slave enjoying my servitude to my Mistress. I believe She had been fairly happy with the regular gifts I spoiled Her with and my general enthusiasm of being Her personal slave.

Unfortunately due to reasons out of my control I had to go abroad for some time. I had intended to email my Mistress when I arrived at my destination, however due to the remote area it was very difficult to gain access to the internet so could only contact Her on my return to the UK in the first week of January 2016. Mistress was not pleased that She did not hear from me for 4 months and advised me to sort out any personal issues before She would even consider allowing me to serve Her again. My heart sunk, I thought I may never be allowed to see my Mistress again. The one thing in my life that makes me truly happy I had ruined. Just one brief email could have saved disappointing my Mistress. I knew then that I had made a big mistake and unlike the real me, had come across rude and ungrateful.

I took Mistress Arella’s advice and sorted out the personal issues in my life by February 2016, however there were a few other things I needed to do before contacting my Mistress again, one of which was revealing to my wife I had a double life. One night the opportunity arose to admit to her¬†that I visit pro dommes. My need to session was so strong that I needed to tell her, so that in my next session with Mistress Arella I could submit fully with no limits and be able to be marked on my body with whips / canes and whatever other implements Mistress wishes to use on me, without me having to worry or feel guilty. Amazingly although my wife had her concerns she said she will allow me to visit Mistress Arella. This was fantastic news.

I quickly set up a new Twitter account as my previous account had also disappeared. It was going to take a lot of begging and spoiling Mistress Arella to regain her trust and to show I was serious about being her personal slave.

Thankfully for me after a number of gifts and daily begging, Mistress Arella responded that I was never actually fired as Her personal slave. In a way I think She may have actually enjoyed seeing me beg everyday and of course enjoyed the gifts I would regularly send to Her.

Fast forward to September 2016. Mistress Arella tweeted that She needed a weekend of spoiling, preferably in a 5* hotel, with Spa treatments & possibly culminating with a photoshoot. I quickly offered to pay for this and thankfully Mistress accepted my offer. From Her tweets during that weekend I could see it was money well spent and the resulting photos were amazing. Mistress Arella looked more beautiful & sexy than ever before. This quickly got me thinking that I must see Her again and session with Her asap. Mistress in fact decided Herself that I should come and see Her in November. Being told by my Mistress that I must come and serve Her made me feel owned once again, which is an amazing feeling. I jumped at the chance and booked my flights. I wanted to make sure that the hotel I booked was guaranteed to be acceptable to Mistress Arella and easily accessible in a good location. I decided to book myself the same 5* hotel which Mistress Arella had stayed at just a few weeks prior to my visit.

Having made the booking, I now had to wait almost a month for the trip. I was counting down the days. The weekend finally arrived. I was up early to travel to the airport and get my flight, I was of course very excited.

On my arrival in Prague, I checked into the hotel and awaited Mistress Arella’s arrival. Within minutes I saw Her arrive. She did of course look amazing as usual. As She entered my room, I could see there was an element of disappointment. She told me the room was not as big or as well laid out as the room she stayed in, and as a result some of the things she had planned for the session she would not be able to do. She would need to improvise and try to be as creative as possible.

Before Mistress Arella went to change into Her sexy outfit, She ordered me to remove my clothes and await Her return. On Her return I could see She was wearing the black bodysuit She had worn in Her recent photoshoot. It showed off Her figure perfectly. Mistress Arella immediately started slapping my face while criticising the fact I had wasted money on booking such a luxurious room for myself, when really I should be booking a basic room and using my money to spoil Her. Of course She is correct and I told Her I will not make the same mistake again. My first task was to clean Her knee-high leather boots with the hotel supplied shoe cleaning kit. At first I was unable to find it so Mistress said I would need to phone room service and ask them to bring one. Thankfully after a bit more searching it was Mistress who found it. She¬†had asked me to purchase a Donald Trump mask, as She knew that would make Her extra furious if I were to wear it. I kneeled in front of Her with the mask on, eagerly polishing Her boots & She promptly took a photo of this and tweeted it for the world to see. As I was working, Mistress Arella started to question me over my absence. She wanted to hear the whole story. When I mentioned I spent almost 10k sorting my issue out, She got so angry with me that She poured Her drink on my head. Yes, 10 k would buy all the items on all Mistress¬īwish lists and more. I could certainly understand Her anger.

After I wiped the water off the floor Mistress Arella noticed I had some chocolate biscuits in the room. She crushed them under her heal and ordered me to eat them from Her heal and to lick up the crumbs on the floor while telling me off for eating such unhealthy snacks. I was then ordered to lay on my back on the bed. Mistress tied me tightly with rope so I was completely helpless. I was now at Her complete mercy.

I had recently purchased a small whip for my Mistress, this had metal chains on the end of it. Mistress Arella started to whip my cock and balls,¬†each time it hit my balls¬†the pain was immense. As She was whipping me, She was telling me how small my cock was and how out of shape my body was. She said no woman would find me attractive and that my wife surely¬†doesn’t like my body either. She went on to say that my wife probably has a lover as I am so inadequate. The worrying thing is that Mistress Arella is always right so all what She was saying to me could easily be true.

My cock was then placed in a chastity device. Mistress Arella promptly went to the bathroom. She told me the keys had been flushed down the toilet. I thought She is probably bluffing but maybe She is getting revenge for my absence. She then stuffed a wet flannel that She brought from the bathroom in my mouth and used a lot of tape to hold it in position. There I was tied to the bed, unable to to speak, locked in chastity. Mistress told me that She could leave me here for room service to find me in this pathetic state.

She decided, however, that I needed more punishment. This consisted of more CBT, hot candle wax being dripped all over my body, paying particular attention to my cock and balls. Mistress next sat on my face. As I had not session in over a year I was a bit out of practice, with the flannel in my mouth and Mistress Arella ‘s bottom covering my face I was struggling to breathe and was making all types of noises of discomfort. Mistress Arella continued to sit on my face, allowing brief moments where I could catch my breath. I felt I was in heaven.

Mistress Arella knows that one of my big fantasies is to be kidnapped by Her. Although She has previously stated that this is not really Her thing, She did hint that it could be a possibility in the future. This did make my cock twinge a little as the chastity device started to feel tighter & tighter. After this punishment I was ordered to lay on my stomach, again I was restrained with rope. Mistress Arella proceeded to whip me , whilst doing so She questioned me over my recent purchase of my luxury car. She told me I should not have bought such an expensive car and instead of wasting my money, should have been using all my spare money to spoil Her.

After my various forms of punishment Mistress released me & set me my next task, to find the keys to my chastity device. I was relieved to hear She did not flush them down the toilet after all. She gave me a 10 minute limit, I searched high and low throughout the room whilst Mistress Arella lay on the bed in amusement at my pathetic attempts. The time limit had elapsed and I had to resign myself to the fact that I will need to remain in chastity until Mistress Arella chooses to release me. I was then ordered to kiss Mistress¬īfeet.¬†I removed Her right boot and as I was enjoying kissing Her foot, Mistress took great delight in giving me small hints of where the keys might be. She asked “Where is the last place you would think the keys would be? No, they are not in my panties or bra”. So I answered “Handbag”? She laughed. I came up with a few more stupid answers while She kept saying to me to think outside the box. I could not think. As I removed¬†Her other boot, I heard a small jingle but thought nothing of it, silly me. Mistress then reveals that the keys were hidden right there inside that boot. Very clever I thought, I would never have thought of actually searching Mistress Arella and in fact even knowing this fact I don’t think I would have the courage to search Her¬†in any future sessions. I proceeded to kiss Her left foot.

The session had come to an end and I felt something that only a sub/slave can fully understand, a feeling of contentment of having served my Mistress and my feel good endorphins were running wild in my body. I had just served my Mistress for the first time in a long time, I was as happy as happy gets.

I had offered to take Mistress Arella to a fine-dining restaurant which She had chosen. It was next door to the hotel so we were there in seconds. It was nice to finally have a relaxing meal with my Mistress/Owner and have an interesting conversation catching up with what Mistress Arella has been doing since I last saw her. Did I mention I was still locked in chastity? This too is an amazing feeling being locked in chastity with my Owner enjoying a lovely meal. We were in the restaurant for almost 2 hours and I treasure every moment, every second that I can spend with my Mistress, it is where I am happiest. All good things have to come to an end. Mistress Arella was picked up by taxi, taking the keys to my cock cage with Her while I was left to return to my room.

On Sunday morning when I woke up, something didn’t seem quite right. To my amazement, embarrassment and disappointment I noticed that my chastity device had slipped off whilst I was sleeping. Mistress Arella was right, my cock is tiny, how could it have slipped out of the device? This was going to take some explaining. We had arranged to meet at 2pm and Mistress Arella gave me a quick phone call to let me know she was a couple of minutes away.

Mistress had arranged to hire a dungeon for this session. The owner of the place¬†is another Prague domme, tall blonde and attractive. As we entered the building we had to go in an elevator, that could only comfortably fit in 2 people, 3 at a stretch. I offered to take the stairs but was told it was ok to use the lift with both Mistresses. This could be many slaves fantasy to be trapped in a elevator with 2 beautiful Mistresses, however my mind was firmly focused on serving Mistress Arella alone and in fact I don’t think I would ever want a double domme session. Mistress Arella is all I need in my life.

We entered the dungeon. As I was getting undressed, I had to explain that my chastity device had slipped off. Mistress was not impressed as She had wanted me to be begging for release during the session. She accused me of removing the chastity device during the night so I could masturbate. This honestly was not the case but I was to be punished anyway. Mistress ordered me to put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, my hands were secured to an overhead beam and my ankles fastened together so I could not move. The Trump mask was placed over my face in a way that I could not see a thing. I felt some hard blows on my bottom and thighs that felt like they were administered by a wooden spoon or paddle. This lasted for about 5 min, after that Mistress took the mask off again, released my hands and asked me to secure Her stockings to the suspender belt that She was wearing underneath a see-through animal print dress She changed into while I was blindfolded.

I was then told to bend over a spanking horse. My arms were secured and Mistress chose a cane to use on me. Again this was very painful and I knew I would have cane marks etched on my body. I accepted my punishment as a slave should, without complaint.

Mistress then secures me to a bondage chair. Nipple clamps are applied and She proceeds to whip my upper legs as well as my cock and balls. Weights are attached to the nipple clamps. My nipples are now feeling very sore. I am at Her full mercy. One of Mistress Arella’s favourite forms of punishment is digging Her long sharp nails into my nipples. For a slave like myself with very sensitive nipples, this is both very painful and very pleasurable at the same time. Even a week later Her finger nails are still imprinted in my nipples, such a lovely feeling.

As the next form of punishment Mistress chooses to clamp my cock in a special device. I was stood in the middle of the room, hands secured behind my back, ankles secured in place, cock flattened in the clamp. Severe nipple clamps were applied to my nipples to intensify the experience. Mistress Arella took a small leather whip and proceeded to whip my cock and balls. This was particularly painful when the whip hit the tip of my cock, sometimes she would whip me so fast it would not allow me to catch my breath. I naturally tried to pull away but my cock was securely clamped so my attempts were futile. This feeling is actually amazing, I am in my fantasy position, completely helpless whilst Mistress Arella whips my cock relentlessly. Mistress then picks up Her cane and hits my cock with it a few times.

Mistress then sits down on Her throne to have a drink, whilst I massage Her feet. I love being in this position. It gives me perfect sight of Her beautiful long legs and the occasional flash of Her black panties. Mistress Arella asks if I think I deserve the privilege of masturbating and if so, why. I can only come up with one good reason. To my surprise She orders me to masturbate, my cock is dry and bruised and I struggle to get it hard. She gives me some lube to help the process which quickly has the desired effect. She tells me to let Her know when I am on the point of cumming. I work away to get to this point and tell Her that I am just about to cum. At this point Mistress marches me into the shower and puts the temperature on ice cold to soften my cock again. To be so close to cumming and then be thrown in an ice cold shower is what I deserve. Mistress Arella rarely lets me masturbate during sessions, so really I should have known this would happen.

In a way having a ruined orgasm just reinforces the full control Mistress Arella has over me. It makes the session more intense, I love it. I thought the session has ended¬†but Mistress Arella says it is not over yet.¬†She hands me the panties She wore in the session and says “play with these”. She then takes shower whilst I¬†sniff the panties. I love Mistress Arella’s scent, the scent of my owner, the scent of a real woman. Mistress Arella in the meantime gets changed into a lovely skirt & blouse, wearing Her knee-high leather boots She looks so sexy. Mistress tells me I can take Her panties home as a souvenir which I gratefully accept.

Again Mistress Arella has booked another fine-dining venue, this time a Michelin Star restaurant set on the 27th floor overlooking Prague. This could be considered one of the most romantic settings for a meal out with your girlfriend/wife but I know my place as Mistress Arella’s personal slave. I enjoy being in the company of the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world, enjoying good food and great conversation. It is a time where we can both relax and talk freely about life in general. The perfect ending to a perfect weekend.

I have grown to learn that by serving Mistress Arella I am fulfilling my deepest desires, it is my perfect life and I love every aspect of it. It defines the person I really am. My only regrets are that I did not meet Her sooner. I want to devote my entire life to Her, to be Her number one slave, to be a real slave. I live just to serve my Mistress. Everything else in my life does not even compare.

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Gifts from the past

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Bespoke leather catsuit was a gift from slave Harald, boots I got from Mike.

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Silver fox collar was yet another treat from slave B.

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Latex outfit as well as the shoes were paid for by online slave James.

Dubai trip 2016

One of my faithful personal slaves invited me to Dubai this month. It had been a while since I travelled so I was very keen to accept the offer. I visited UAE twice previously,  then courtesy of a Saudi and a Kuwaiti fan. However, this time it was less business and more pleasure with me being in charge 24/7 and that is just how I like it.

Upon the arrival the slave picked me up at the airport and took me to a spacious and comfortable hotel apartment. He made me a cup of tea and ordered room service. While I was having dinner, the slave was busy getting me groceries from a nearby supermarket for the next days. He then offered to massage my feet while I was chatting on the phone. He looked so happy while serving me but it was getting late so I decided to send him home and go to bed myself. The slave was begging to be allowed to stay in the apartment overnight but I have strict policy on that.

The next few days we ate both in and out, went shopping and had a hardcore interrogation session. I travelled with almost no props so had to be really creative. I am proud to say that I am so experienced these days that I can make an apartment session as enjoyable as one in a fully equipped dungeon, if not more. Actually, I got so inspired that I came with a few things I had not done in a session previously and thus surprised not just the slave but myself as well. We both had so much fun.

The slave served me well during the whole trip – prepared my snacks, chauffeured me to places, took pictures for me, ran errands, ironed my clothes,¬†did my pedicure, kept my apartment tidy…. Do I need to continue?

On the last day I noticed the slave was crying. When I asked him about it, he confessed he was very sad about me leaving. The true is, that I quite¬†like to see adult men crying.¬†It is not their pain I find so attractive but rather the intimacy of the moment. In this world of overinflated male egos, a man need to be strong to allow people see him vulnerable and I do admire this¬†strength. There is also something almost feminine about a crying man (as they say “Men don¬īt cry”) and if I can, as a woman, ever really relate to a man, it would be to a sensitive and an emotional one.

The slave and I briefly talked about the possibility to go on longer holidays together before we said good-bye at the airport. We are yet to discuss any details but I am already very excited about it.
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I just got…

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Luxurious lingerie and genuine fur – it can¬īt get any sexier! Courtesy of slave K.

Revisiting Dubai November 4th-6th

Limited availability – please enquire.

Rates 2000 AED / hr, deposits from new clients are required.

Email your preferences as well as detailed availability to: dom.arella@gmail.com

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Shopping slaves Рtreat me to something nice from Planeta Mexa or take me shopping to the Burjuman mall. Do state your budget when contacting me. Alternatively, get me this gift card. You can also invite me to lunch on 6th.

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Christmas wishlist

Christmas is fast approaching so I think it is time to start advertising my seasonal wishes!

Recently I have revamped my public wishlist to reflect on my increased preference for experience as opposed to material goods. Don¬īt get me wrong, I still crave beautiful clothes, shoes and accessories, especially those that can be used in future photoshoots. I also still appreciate the every day sort of treats such as cosmetics or more casual clothes as they simply save me the money I would have to otherwise spend. The same goes for the UK Amazon gift vouchers. You just cannot go wrong with those. On top of that, I would be extremely delighted to get the iPhone 7 plus or a new fur coat. However, having had a very busy year with almost zero “me” time, this is what I would¬†also like to get:

  • Sponsor my photo shoot –¬†email for details.
  • Spa gift vouchers, check the public¬†wishlist for details.
  • Sponsor my trip to London or Berlin¬†(December 2016 or April 2017).

If you are a financial slave or are simply comfortable giving cash, you can do so here. Alternatively, ask for my UK bank account no.

**Thank you N. for sponsoring my holidays in Dubai.**

**Thank you K. for ordering the iPhone**

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My exclusive weekend

I have been so busy since spring! Last month I tweeted how much I would want to spend a weekend in a local 5* hotel, doing nothing but relaxing and sleeping. It was more of a wishful thinking than anything else at that time¬†but¬†my personal slave K. immediataly tweeted back: “How much would it be for you to experience that?”. I quickly checked the offers, hoping that K. was not completely drained yet. As it turned out, he¬†was, but new credit card was ordered just to make it happen. He totally keeps surprising and impressing me like this – especially when I don¬īt expect it at all. On top of the suite, K. also paid for my photoshoot that was arranged to take place there¬†and a few spa treatments in another luxurious hotel. I was getting more and more excited as my chill out weekend was getting closer.

Last Saturday I checked in right after lunch. I don¬īt get impressed easily but this time I was. I exchanged a few tweets with my slave while sipping the welcome drink to let him know I was happy with my accommodation and was full of anticipation. I have been to many 5* hotels but this one was different, every single detail was oozing pure luxury – the bathroom mosaic, the designer bath tub with mirror-like TV just in front of it, the oriental vases inbuilt in the wardrobe, the shimmering walls, the shiny statue of Buddha¬†sitting peacefully in its alcove, the golden dragon on the red headboard, the Bang and Olufsen audio system, the complimentary crackers…

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I changed into a set of beautiful French lingerie, a gift I got from K. last year and a little while later I heard the door bell ring. It was my¬†female photographer accompanied with the concierge who was carrying her equipment. ‘Perfect femdom scene’ I thought. We briefly chatted about what I wanted to achieve while the lights were being positioned and then it was time for some serious work. A few hours later, we had several hundred images that I got on spot but decided to go through them the next day.¬†Now, it was time to relax. After all, this was supposed to be my chill out weekend!

I watched TV while soaking in the bath¬†before going out to get dinner in a creperie just around the corner from the hotel. When I got back, it was already late so I started getting ready for good night¬īs sleep. The thing is, I just don¬īt get enough sleep at home these days and I love my beauty sleep! For me, the ideal is 9 hours. Anything shorter just doesn¬īt feel good enough.

The next day I woke up early. It was so quiet and peaceful in the hotel that I regretted I had to check out by noon. There was hardly anybody in the breakfast room so it felt almost like private dining. I loved that. Back in my suite I decided to go to bed again as the nearby spa I got the gift vouchers for was not open yet. Around 10.00 I started packing, checked out and headed for my massage. The massage Рoh my! Why did I only discover this amazing venue recently? Their masseuses are so professional and skilled, the service immaculate. No other spa I have experienced even comes close. This time I went for deep tissue massage hoping my aching back would get fixed. And it did! I do hope to be back soon. You can get me a gift voucher here.